Tuesday Tales - WOOD ~ Where #Authors #Write to a #Prompt ~ #Reading

 

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Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

I continue with  Rachel's story. I introduced her in "I think I love you", the third book in the "Australian Sports Stars Series". She's Sarah's sister.

When Rachel opens the door and finds the police standing in front of her door, she's scared of a repeat of the day she was dragged to the police station. Yet, the two officers only want information and ask her to stop by later that day. Worried, she calls Oliver, a good friend, but instead gets Matiu Afoa on the phone. Matiu is Oliver's Kiwi friend staying with him for a week. He's in Melbourne for a meeting.

Today's prompt is a picture.

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He loved the laughter in her voice. And even though there was still the reason why she’d been so upset earlier in the day, he was glad he was able to put a little smile in her voice.

“Are you comfortable enough to give me your address or would you like to meet at the pizza place down the street.”

“The pizzeria sounds like a good idea. I could be there in about an hour.”

“Deal. I look forward to meeting you.”

She laughed. “This is about the weirdest thing ever. Don’t bring a rose, though. You’ll recognise me when you see a very nervous person coming in.”

“No rose and nervous person. Got it.”

Mat hung up and made a little fist pump in the air. It wasn’t his first date so it surprised him how nervous he was. In fact, it wasn’t really a date, but a meeting to find out more about Rachel and to put his mind at ease. After all, she had sounded distressed in the morning.

He had a quick shower, towelled himself off before getting dressed in his jeans, grey shirt, and his black shoes. Then he called Oliver again, but again was instructed to leave a message. “Mate, I’m out for dinner. Will catch up with you later. Hei konei ra.”

One last check at the time and he decided it was late enough to leave. The pizzeria was indeed only down the road so he walked the small distance. As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, the smell of freshly baked pizza, garlic, and fire assaulted him. Mat looked around, liking the typical ambiance of an Italian eatery; the wooden tables were covered with white checked table cloths, white plates decorated with a green napkin, and some crunchy bread sticks in a clear glass vase in the centre.

There was an empty table in the far corner, which seemed to still have a good view towards the entrance. After a brief eye contact with the waiter, he made his way to the table, still surprised at the events that led him here.

And it wasn’t more than five minutes when a woman entered the door. Mat knew straight away it was Rachel and smiled when she looked towards him.

Her lips curved into a smile as well, and his whole body was suddenly on alert. 

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Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt ~ Where #Authors #Write to a #Prompt ~ #Reading

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

I continue with  Rachel's story. I introduced her in "I think I love you", the third book in the "Australian Sports Stars Series". She's Sarah's sister.

When Rachel opens the door and finds the police standing in front of her door, she's scared of a repeat of the day she was dragged to the police station. Yet, the two officers only want information and ask her to stop by later that day. Worried, she calls Oliver, a good friend, but instead gets Matiu Afoa on the phone. Matiu is Oliver's Kiwi friend staying with him for a week. He's in Melbourne for a meeting.

Today's prompt is a picture.

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Mat cocked a brow not sure how to respond. “Should I even bother asking what this is about?” he finally asked.

“What is it with you using Oliver’s phones?”

A smile tugged at his lips. “I was worried about you and only wanted to check whether you’re all right?”

There was a moment of silence. “You need to forget that first question, okay?” she almost begged.

“Will do. I think if you share a pizza with me, it’ll make it easier to forget.”

Another moment of silence. This one was longer, though, and he wondered if he’d pushed it too far.

“Are you blackmailing me?”

He looked out the window and hoped the storm clouds would pass. “Nope, only hoping to meet you.”

“For all you know I could be a bitch. And ugly. And absolutely…absolutely…I could be gay.”

“I’d still like to have this pizza to make sure you’re okay,” he said just above a whisper, surprising himself by his own words, because truth be told, it wasn’t his thing to date bitchy women or ugly ones for that matter. As for the gay bit, he doubted that very much otherwise Oliver would’ve dropped a hint.

“No wonder the All Black’s just won the World Cup. Persistence seems to be part of your genes.”

“Oh Rachel. You like rugby?” he almost drooled.

“With a brother-in-law who used to play soccer in England and a best friend who coaches baseball I’m not allowed to like any other sport,” she explained with some cheeriness in her tone.

He loved the laughter in her voice. And even though there was still the reason why she’d been so upset earlier in the day, he was glad he was able to put a little smile in her voice.

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Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

I'm back with Ethan's story. A quick re-cap: Addison's house was broken in, Ethan worries about here being on her own over night and grabs his swag and stays overnight.

Today's prompt is a picture. 

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Matt nodded towards the table. “From you?”

Ethan followed his gaze and assumed Matt was talking about the red roses and the box of chocolate. He moved back to Matt and cocked a brow. “Important to the case?”

With a shrug, he replied, “Nope.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know that, right?”

A small frown came onto Matt’s forehead as his gaze went outside. “In this case it wasn’t the cat that was killed but the possum. Got a gut feeling who could’ve done this.”

Raking his hand through his hair, Ethan shook his head.

“Think Addison would have an idea?”

Another shake of his head.

“Can’t say you’re much help.”

Instead of shaking his head, Ethan lifted his shoulder in a slight shrug.

Letting out a long breath, Matt said after a long moment, “Okay, the guys do the outside thing, but I will need Addison to come in for a formal statement and some information on personal safety. I’ll get an investigation started. Did you say her parents are on the way?”

Ethan nodded slowly.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“Holding back on the cursing I’d love to do. This whole situation is beyond believe. I mean who would do this kind of shit?”

Before Matt was able to reply, one of his officers came in. “Outside all done.” With his thumb pointing down the hall, he added, “Some crying coming out of one of the rooms.”

Ethan lifted his finger as a thanks and without any further words headed towards Addison’s bedroom, where he found her sitting up on her bed, covered in sweat, but wide awake.

 

 

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Tuesday Tales - ADDRESS ~ Where #Authors #Write to a #Prompt

 

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I continue with my story about Connor and his dad Jack, who's ill with cancer. Connor lives in London and is visiting his father who lives in a small town along the Victorian coast.

Today's prompt is: ADDRESS
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It took Emily a second to redirect her mind back to the current situation.

"No, not at all. My last patient took forever to take his medication, so I'm running behind time a little bit," she lied. "Did you find the address all right?”

He laughed. "This is Fermosa Bay. It takes some effort to get lost here"

"Excuse me, Mr Hot Shot."

Shaking his head, Connor placed the meat on the bench. “Yes, I found your place all right. Jack made sure of it.”

She waited for him to turn and look at her, when she asked, “Am I intruding too much if I’d ask about your conversation with him?”

Connor lifted a shoulder in a light shrug. “Nah, but how about we get some food on the table first. I’m starving.”

Not really sure how to take his reply, whether he was indeed only postponing the subject or hoping for her to forget about it after dinner, she simply nodded. Within minutes he was busy cooking the meat on the barbeque, and she prepared a tossed salad, as well as some bread and cheese. When they both sat down for their meal, she opened a bottle of red wine as they sat on her small balcony.

“Have you always lived here?” he asked.

She arched a brow. “Seriously? Why would I leave?”

He shrugged. “Studies, a man, job… hell I don’t know.”

It’d been something she’d never considered. Leaving Fermosa Bay would be the last thing on her mind. Not even for a man.

She shook her head. “No. I’ve always lived here and probably, or at least hopefully will always live here.”

They ate in silence for a long moment before she spoke. “Tell me about your life in London. You’re a lawyer. No Mrs Connor. Any ex-Mrs Connor?”

He chuckled. “Nope, no ex either.”

“I always thought lawyers are chatty people. You must’ve missed that lesson.”

His mouth curled in a smile.

“How about what made you choose to be a lawyer?”

“Dad’s got a firm. In a way it was expected of me.”

Emily paused, her fork half way to her mouth, and stared at him. Something within her stirred, but she wasn’t able to pinpoint it to something. Surprise? Pity? Or was it the tone in which he’d delivered his last answer?

“Are you serious?”

Their gazes met and he returned her stare with raised eyebrows. “Okay, which part of my answer doesn’t sit well with you?”

She placed the fork on the plate, leaned forward with her elbows on the table and arms crossed. “Well, I have to admit, you calling someone else dad sounds vaguely weird, but it was expected of you? Connor, this is the twenty-first century, you cannot expect your children—”

“London is not Fermosa Bay, Emily.”

“I get that, but—“

He sipped on his wine, but never breaking their eye contact. Was that his way of telling her to let it go? Telling her the subject was taboo? The excitement of a dinner with Connor all of a sudden abated and anger mixed with sadness built up in her.

“It wasn’t the perfect upbringing,” he suddenly said.

She blinked a couple of times trying hard to not get teary.

With a shrug, he added, “But it is what it is and I cannot change it.”

Not sure how to respond, she stayed quiet.

He placed his knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away. “I’ve been wondering for the last couple of days how life would’ve been if mum and I hadn’t left. But I cannot complain. I got a good education, a great job, some good friends, and a neat little house outside London.” He looked up at her. “Life’s not always wrapped up in some fancy, colourful wrapping paper, but it’s still a gift worth treasuring.”

 
 

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